"𝙈𝘼𝙔𝘽𝙀 𝙄𝙁 𝙄 𝘿𝙊𝙉'𝙏 𝘾𝙍𝙔, 𝙄 𝙒𝙊𝙉'𝙏 𝙁𝙀𝙀𝙇 𝘼𝙉𝙔𝙈𝙊𝙍𝙀."
☔︎︎ || Where basketball prodigy, Miya Y/n's kindness is taken for granted and her skills are ignored, leaving her cold and forgotten in the shadows of her ignorant broth...
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"( L/n ) ( Y/n )?" A male voice calls your name, causing you to turn in his direction. When you did so, you're met with an older man with short and thin grey hair that was neatly combed back. He had a calm smile on his lips and wore a dark suit with a white shirt and dark green tie.
"Yeah?" You ask, hands still in pockets as you raise an eyebrow at the approaching man.
"I'm Shirogane Kozo, head coach of Teiko's basketball team." The man says, offering a hand to you. You glance down at it before raising your own hand to shake his.
"( L/n ) ( Y/n ). Nice to meet you." You nod at him, face and voice void of emotion as you both stare at one another before letting go of each other's hands.
"So, why am I here?" You ask him, eyes boring into him.
The man then goes on about how Aomine had talked about you to the team and how Akashi had approved of everything he had said. They had also told them that you were the reason that Kuroko had gotten so good and their claims were proven when the coach had watched the three of your practicing one night in the gym.
"Hmmm? So now what?" You ask, lazily blinking at him.
"We were thinking about testing out your skills, coach wise, during a practice match we have next week." The man informs you, drawing nothing but a hum from you.
